[ Oh. Even if it's muffled, that's a familiar voice. Familiar presence too now that he's paying attention. Recognition sparks excitement and Yuta wastes no time shifting his arms to grab the bag covering his face in order to lift it so he can confirm with his own two eyes the company he's in. And sure enough... ]
Choso— [ Genuine delight in both voice and expression alike until the bag held aloft tears enough to send some soil spilling out and his jubilation gets cut short at the faceful of dirt he receives.
There's absolutely nothing dignified about the flailing and spluttering that ensues, the bag dropped aside as he hurriedly bolts to sit upright. Please hold a moment while he takes care of that — shaking his head like a distressed dog, brushing his face with frantic fingers, spitting out disgusting damp earth — before he remembers to answer the question. ]
Urgh, I'm fine.
[ Debatable, honestly. But nothing's been hurt save for perhaps what little pride he has. ]
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Choso— [ Genuine delight in both voice and expression alike until the bag held aloft tears enough to send some soil spilling out and his jubilation gets cut short at the faceful of dirt he receives.
There's absolutely nothing dignified about the flailing and spluttering that ensues, the bag dropped aside as he hurriedly bolts to sit upright. Please hold a moment while he takes care of that — shaking his head like a distressed dog, brushing his face with frantic fingers, spitting out disgusting damp earth — before he remembers to answer the question. ]
Urgh, I'm fine.
[ Debatable, honestly. But nothing's been hurt save for perhaps what little pride he has. ]